Alle Kapitel von OWNED BY THE MAFIA BOSS : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Shadows Don’t LieAntonioLately, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us, like there was an invisible eyes following our every move. Even though intercepting the Bianchi weapons was a win, it didn’t sit right with me, the intel had come too clean, too perfectly timed. That kind of precision didn't happen by chance, It wasn’t a break, It was a setup.I was coming back from showing Elisa the vault I found, that my father had hidden before he was killed. There was so many emotions going through me right now, but this wasn't the time to process it, I needed to focus on the issue at hand.As I pass through the hall to my office, I glanced toward Lorenzo’s office, it was empty now. The usual loud laughter and camaraderie he flaunted were gone. In recent weeks, I hadn't seen him, but the report I was getting was that he’d seemed tense, his smile never reached his eyes anymore, his confidence felt forced, he always had private calls that he would end the second someone w

Poisoned HeartsAntonioThe restaurant I sat in, wasn’t the kind of place you stumbled into, it was hidden behind an old bookstore, dimly lit, private, and quiet. It was perfect for people like me who didn't want to draw any attention. I went there for business, but I was getting angry as the meeting dragged on, this people weren't serious.We had just started discussing a tense issue over some dispute in a waterfront properties with one of the Castellenos. This were the same people I had tried not to jeopardize our alliance with, by stopping documents that were incriminating from reaching the appropriate authorities, but now I wish I had allowed it. I excused myself, pretending I needed to use the bathroom, but in reality, I just needed to get out. The smiles around that table felt fake, everyone was polite on the surface but ready to strike at any given point.The hallway near the back was quiet and secluded, as I walk towards it, I saw her.“Antonio,” Georgia called, as if we w

“A Fire Named Elisa”AntonioTrying to put my mind to rest so that I could sleep had become a battle for me, my mind was filled with flickers of gunfire and a woman who moved like she was born for war. The ambush played on repeat behind my closed eyes, not because of its outcome, but because of her.Elisa.She hadn’t just survived the ambush, she had dominated it, she had saved my life there. Every move she made had been clean and instinctual, there was no fear or hesitation stopping her. She had reacted not like someone who was trained to kill, but like someone who didn’t know how to do anything else.And that terrified me more than the men who had died last night.I threw off the sheets before dawn, after several hours of trying to decide myself that sleep would come, the chill of the room biting against my bare skin. The estate was asleep as I walked through the hallway, the silence pressed too tightly, it was suffocating, as if the walls themselves were aware that something ha

The SpyglassAntonioThe sky was just beginning to pale when I slipped out of Elisa’s bed and returned to my room.My shirt hung half-open, the taste of her was still on my tongue, her scent clung to my skin. I could still feel her nails on my back, the soft cries she’d made under me. The way her thighs had locked around my waist like she never wanted me to leave, I didn't want to leave too, because I couldn't get enough of her, after going at it four times last night.And yet, I had left, because I needed to. I wasn’t just a man in her bed, I was the boss of an entire family in a war, I couldn't afford to be distracted.I shut the door behind me, walked to the center of my room, and exhaled. For a second, I just stood there, silent, and still, my pulse was steady. But my mind was already spinning, what happened between us... it wasn’t just about need, it was deeper, it felt like a shift in the order of things, like I had crossed a line I couldn’t uncross.And I didn’t know if that

"Traitors Everywhere"AntonioThe report came through Matteo just after sunrise, he entered my study after knocking, tablet in hand, his face hard, that alone told me the news was bad.He placed the tablet on my desk, and I opened the file, there were names, locations, timestamps and photos, all neatly organized and damning.“They met again last night,” Matteo said. “Private suite at the Grand Astoria, same setup as before, two bodyguards outside, and Russo joined them this time.”I looked up from the screen. “Russo?”He nodded. “it was confirmed, we got a clear visual of him entering, there is no doubt that it’s him.”Russo Bianchi, that was serious, Marco didn’t send him for petty errands, if he was in on these meetings, this was bigger than we thought. It was not just behind closed doors deals anymore, this was something more.“What did they talk about?” I asked, my voice flat.“We couldn’t get audio,” Matteo said, his tone edged with frustration. “The room was shielded, we didn’